HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!
Twas the night before Denver, when all through the town,
Steeler fans were ready for the Broncos to go down;
The flags and banners were all hung with care,
In hopes of Detroit, with the Steelers there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;
With Cowher in charge, I had a night cap,
And settled down for one more night's nap;
When up at Mile High there arose such a clatter,
Bronco fans wondered just what was the matter;
For at the stadium there was a great flash,
Someone had entered with no ticket, no cash;
The moon on the breast of the mountains of snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the man standing below;
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Who this man was, it became quite clear;
The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,
But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;
He held the team roster, the plan of attack,
Big Ben to Hines Ward or the Bus in the back;
He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,
If they can't sack Jake the Snake then nobody will;
Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,
I'm telling you Broncos, you better beware;
His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,
He'll catch Jake's passes with the greatest of ease;
Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,
He wore black and gold from his head to his toe;
A terrible towel he held oh so tight,
As he looked to the heavens on that cold Denver night;
Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,
Lord get us to Detroit and my one for the thumb!!!
HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!
Steeler fans were ready for the Broncos to go down;
The flags and banners were all hung with care,
In hopes of Detroit, with the Steelers there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;
With Cowher in charge, I had a night cap,
And settled down for one more night's nap;
When up at Mile High there arose such a clatter,
Bronco fans wondered just what was the matter;
For at the stadium there was a great flash,
Someone had entered with no ticket, no cash;
The moon on the breast of the mountains of snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the man standing below;
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Who this man was, it became quite clear;
The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,
But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;
He held the team roster, the plan of attack,
Big Ben to Hines Ward or the Bus in the back;
He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,
If they can't sack Jake the Snake then nobody will;
Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,
I'm telling you Broncos, you better beware;
His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,
He'll catch Jake's passes with the greatest of ease;
Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,
He wore black and gold from his head to his toe;
A terrible towel he held oh so tight,
As he looked to the heavens on that cold Denver night;
Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,
Lord get us to Detroit and my one for the thumb!!!
HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!